Ghazals
As entwined as the lovers Radha and Krishna,
I long for that which is simply everlasting.
The sound of happiness has been taken away,
Not a smile but a tear instead is here.
Red roses lying across the bed,
Realizing that one day I would also be dead.
I want to remember you, even if it’s the last thing I do,
I want to reunite with you, I know that is true.
No comments:
Post a Comment